Angelic Boy

I-I don't... I don't know what I'm gonna do anymore...
 I'm gonna kill... them
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 I'm 15, my name's Johnny, they say that I'm a sociopath
 'Cuz I kill squirrels and birds for a hobby
 I build backyard bombs, I can teach ya
 Aluminum foil and hydrochloric acid from toilet bowl cleaner
 Basically girls don't date me, teachers hate me
 I'm a pimpled faced loser, been picked on since grade three
 Called enough names, makin' chump change, my blood rains
 I wanna punch brains, I wanna cut veins and blow up planes
 My sister, she's a known whore, I hate my family
 My dad is a cop, that fat pig just don't understand me
 Fuck all the slutty loose hoes and cyber bullies and rube trolls
 And rich kids in school makin' fun of my school clothes
 Cryin' inside, dyin' inside and my mind is torture
 I been diagnosed with more than just an anxiety disorder
 Every dream I have shattered, everything dramatic, traumatic
 The pain tragic, I wanna be dead, I wanna lay in traffic
 Is my brain damaged? I was raised catholic
 I prayed in the cathedral of St. Patrick
 But I'm hated in my age bracket
 The kids in the school call me a gay faggot
 Mental, I'm deadly, I'm ready
 I'ma make 'em remember my name and they won't ever forget me
 Johnny
 I'm-I'm-I'm 15
 I wanna be somebody
 My name's Johnny
 They'll remember me
 My mother love me, she's the only one that didn't judge me
 I pledge allegiance to my dick, I hate this fuckin' country
 They can die and kiss my dick, piss on the flag, spit on a fag
 Fuck any bitch pig with a badge, I'm pissed like a bitch on the rag
 I head to a gun-free zone, an ice cream parlor
 They'll put me on Rolling Stone covers like the Boston bomber
 Looks like a Norman Rockwell, All-American, nice scene
 I walk in and see kids with their parents, eatin' ice cream
 Innocent children smilin', I can't stand 'em like roaches
 I got a semi-auto handgun and a bag of explosives
 Sweat drippin', I'm shakin', the trigger, fuck it, I touch it
 The gun goes off, I hit a 6-year-old boy in his stomach
 He's crying, his mother's screamin'
 She and the little baby on the floor
 Bleedin', ain't nobody leavin', it's time to get even
 I start shooting, blood splatters on the curtain fabric
 I feel like I'm high on acid
 As the gunpowder explodes in slow mo, the gun flashes
 I'm blackin' out, I see children fallin' and blood splashes
 Blood on my eyeglasses, die bastards!
 Gun, cock it, I'm steppin' in my own vomit
 I can't believe I'm doin' this
 It's too late, I'm all-in, I can't stop it
 A disgrace livin', I'm hate-driven
 I see a little girl dyin' on the floor
 And a boy with his face missin'
 I keep firin', a pregnant mother gets hit, customers trippin'
 Over bodies runnin' towards the doors of the exit
 I hear police sirens, I see the cops surrounded me
 I notice a hole in my chest and blood flowin' outta me
 Vision blurry, I'm frozen, bullets in my body explodin'
 Blood and sweat soakin', feces and urine in my clothing
 Bullet flies through my cheek, a bullet hit my neck, my neck broken
 Vomit coming from my mouth, I'm spitting up blood, chokin'
 I see flowers growin', I feel like I'm floatin'
 I see my casket closin' and hear the voices of tortured souls moanin'
 Like this
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 I'm 15
 My name's Johnny
 I'll make 'em remember my name
 The message: 'cause some bodily harmin'
 And become a master of murder and arson
 And you could be the media's personal darlin'
 They call blacks, thugs, and Muslims terrorists
 But I'm white
 So they say I could've been cured by medication and therapists
 They blame Facebook, blame video games, they blame the pain
 They blame the gun owners, they blame the bullies
 It's a blame game
 Blame the opposing politician's policies, but wait a minute
 They blame parents, everybody but me
 I'm the one that did it
 The conspiracy theorists and every Alex Jones fan
 Is claimin' I was part of a CIA mind control program
 I got what I wanted, attention, fame, I'm on TV
 No one cares about the names of the victims or their family
 I'm the super star, the ratings booster, I'm media friendly
 And all the glorification is helpin' to create the next me